Lent. Here are the dice.
III. The Game of Dice
Tull. How grubby and dirty they are. They are not free from fluff. Nor are they polished. Cast!
Sci. For the first throw!
Tull. I am first. What are we playing?
Sci. We are playing for trousers buttons (astrigmenta—lit. points).
Lent. I don’t want to lose mine, for if I did I should be beaten at home by my tutor.
Tull. What are you willing to lose then, if you are beaten?
Lent. Some good raps with the fingers on me.